At that moment, she, whose mind had just emerged from chaos, truly despised herself.
She had thought she was dreaming, foolishly unwilling to wake up, but when she opened her eyes, there stood a familiar tall figure by the window--it really was him.
And she had been brought back to Jingli by him.
The bedroom was so familiar that nothing had changed, exactly the same as when she left six years ago. She could even remember how the room looked when she organized it before leaving and the emotions she felt at that time.
Memories surged to her heart, tangling up and causing a dull ache in a matter of moments.
Yet, the man before her remained silent, gazing at her unblinkingly, resembling a hunter eyeing its prey--it was terrifying! She couldn't help but swallow hard and asked again.
"Where is my daughter? I'm talking to you!"
